Blue Crush

The other night at a party, I happened to randomly strike up a conversation with another guest about surfing ("surfing", in my case, meaning "having inordinate amounts of fun splashing around uncontrollably and falling off the board") that lasted until the wee hours. This is a normal thing when you find a fellow surfer in this city—it happens so rarely. So in the end, we ended up casually swapping numbers, saying we should try to "go out" together one day.

SD: Nothing much. I'm going out to the beach tomorrow morning and I wanted to see if you could come. I know you don't have a board here, but I have an extra one for you and we can just buy you a wetsuit at this surf shop I know out there.

Me:(confused) What? Tomorrow's Tuesday. What time are you going?

SD: Around 5 a.m. I'll pick you up from your apartment.

Me:(choking) Er...I have work tomorrow.

SD: You can't ditch?

Me: Um. No.

Okay, aside from the whole "5 a.m." thing—oh, and also the "work" thing—how awesome is that? That was the most original first date I've been asked out on in a long time.

Alas, I didn't go because:

#1: I have a little something called a JOB.

#2: My job does not consist of me being the owner of a mortgaging company and therefore entitled to do whatever I freaking please. But I'm not bitter or anything. Really.

Anyway, I didn't go but I was tempted. Because if all guys were that willing to think outside the box when it comes to dating, the world would be a better place. Amen.

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